The Abduction of Kelsey (11 page)

Kelsey’s seat was pushed back to the perfect angle for the delicious idea that leaped suddenly into James’ brain. Her skin was like warm silk and he let his fingers glide over it toward her cunt, which he knew was bare beneath the oversized T-shirt.

“No!” Kelsey dared to protest.

James gave her thigh a sharp slap. “Yes,” he retorted. “Do you want to be punished? Keep it up, and that’s what will happen.”

She had started to whimper. “Kelsey,” he said in a cajoling tone, “you don’t get it yet, but I’m not the enemy. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you, if you give it a chance. And I can give you pleasure, if you’ll let me. I can make you come while I drive. Would you like that, baby? I know just how to touch you.”

Still no response. He would teach her to answer when spoken to, and to answer with the proper respect. He slid his hand again over her leg, this time pushing his fingers between her thighs. He was pleased when she didn’t resist him.

He cupped her mound. He had been thinking about whether he would shave her cunt, like all the girls in the porn videos. He rather liked the delicate sweep of soft, auburn curls that hid her pretty sex, but on the other hand, it would be hot to shave her. There was something supremely erotic about the thought of the cold, sharp razor scraping against the tender skin of her private parts, over and over until she was smooth.

His cock was uncomfortably bent in his jeans, and he pulled his hand away so he could adjust himself. He licked his fingers and reached again for the prize between her legs. “Spread your legs,” he ordered. “I’m going to make you come while I drive. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

She said nothing, which was much better than whining and squealing, and she obeyed, shifting on the leather seat as she opened her legs for him. He stroked the soft labia with his wet fingers, moving lightly over her clit in a teasing motion. His cock ached and he had to remind himself to focus on the road. But he didn’t stop touching her.

He rubbed and stroked her sweet cunt, teasing her clit until he felt it stiffen beneath his fingers. He spent a long time, his touch light as feathers, but relentless nonetheless. After several minutes, he finally moved his fingers down, seeking her tight entrance. Her cunt was hot and moist as he slid his finger inside her.

He looked at Kelsey. She had closed her eyes. Her nipples jutted prettily beneath the T-shirt, the position of her bound arms forcing her breasts forward. Her lips were parted and there was a flush creeping up her neck.

Christ, she was sexy. She was so responsive. Even in the face of her fear, or maybe, he thought with an excited rush, partially because of it, she was aroused by his touch. He used his palm to grind against her clit as he fucked her tight, hot cunt with his fingers. She was panting, and all at once she stiffened. He could feel her cunt spasming against his fingers. James nearly came in his pants just watching the girl.

When he finally pulled away his hand, he brought it to his face and breathed in the delicate, erotic scent of her musk, which clung to his fingers like the finest perfume. He glanced again at his girl. She had turned her face toward the window. He decided to let her be. He knew he’d been taking a stupid risk, letting her distract him to such a degree while he was driving. He needed to focus on the road more so he could get them where they were going without incident or accident. He needed to take better care of his precious cargo.

He glanced again in her direction. Her face was still turned away, her head now resting against the back of the seat. The thought of how close he’d come to losing her earlier that day made him grip the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. He would be more careful going forward to make sure she didn’t try to run away again.

You’re mine now. I’ll never, ever let you go.

~*~

Though it seemed impossible, Kelsey must have actually drifted to sleep, because she came awake with a jerk, taking a second to orient herself. James was humming softly beside her.

She’d been intending to pretend to come after a decent interval so he’d leave her alone, but had surprised herself by actually orgasming against his fingers. It was that thing he’d done with his palm, she realized. Whatever it was, it had worked, and once she had climaxed, he had, thank god, let her be.

He was watching the road, and she was glad of at least a moment without his unwelcome attention focused on her. Her mouth was dry, her arms numb, her leg aching. Her tongue worried the split on her lower lip from his repeatedly backhanding her. James had a temper, one he’d hidden remarkably well when at the office, but he’d hidden far more than that in the months they’d worked together.

Kelsey tried to bring her hands to her face to push away her hair, but the tight grip of the bungee cords around her wrists quickly reminded her that she could not. Warily she glanced again in his direction, glad he hadn’t yet noticed she was awake. She stared at his profile. He had an aquiline nose and a square, masculine jaw. With his gray eyes, dark, straight hair and muscular build, he was an attractive man.

She remembered with sudden horror that she’d confided this to the person she’d
thought
was Brittney from high school, the “girl” who had so eagerly friended her on Facebook. She had shared with the false Brittney about her boss at the bank, admitting that she’d considered going out with him, even if he was kind of nerdy and quiet. She remembered how Brittney had said those quiet ones were the ones to watch out for. They were usually dynamite in bed, she’d said. Now that Kelsey thought about it, it was Brittney, a.k.a. James, who had brought up the subject of dating in the workplace.

And to think, she’d been sitting in that front desk all those months, under James’ watchful eye. Christ, for all she knew, he’d been masturbating under his desk while he slyly watched her working. And all those pictures of her on his bedroom walls! From literally the moment she’d joined the bank, he’d begun to stealthily stalk her. Maybe he’d planned this whole thing all along. And now he was taking her somewhere secluded—somewhere no one would ever be able to find her.

The thought made her squeak with fear, the sound bursting from her lips before she could stop it. James turned in her direction and smiled. “There she is,” he said in a jovial tone, as if everything were fine and dandy. “I was wondering when you’d wake up. We’re almost there.”

She realized they had left the highway and were now driving along a narrow road that was bordered on both sides by tall, swaying grasses and wildflowers, beyond which loomed a thicket of brush and trees. James slowed the car and turned onto an even narrower road. As the trees thinned, the view expanded to gently rolling hills and the shimmer of gold coins dappling a large lake in the setting sun.

Each bounce of the car along the rutted, unpaved lane sent a jolt of pain through Kelsey’s hurt leg. She shifted on the seat, trying to get more comfortable in her awkward position. “My arms are asleep,” she said, unable to keep the whine from her tone. “Can you please take these cords off? There could be permanent damage from lack of circulation.”

James didn’t look at her as he replied. “You’ll be fine. We’ll be at the cabin in a minute or so, and I’ll untie you then.” He glanced in her direction with a warning expression. “Do you promise to be a good girl from now on?”

What the fuck did that even
mean
? She wasn’t eight years old, for god’s sake, and he sure as hell wasn’t her father. No, he was just a sick bastard, apparently determined to play out some kind of sado-masochistic Master/slave scenario. How did she fight, when he had all the power, and she had none?

You have to be more cunning than he is. Keep your wits about you. Bide your time. Your strongest weapon is his love, or what passes for love in his twisted psyche. Use it, Kelsey.

She would take her fight underground. She would let James think the violent, sociopathic obsession he called “love” was being reciprocated. She would have to be careful though. Whatever else he was, James wasn’t stupid. She would have to lull him into believing she’d not only accepted her lot, but had come to embrace it.

I will beat you at your own game
, she silently promised as James pulled the car to a stop in front of a large log cabin flanked by a screened-in porch.
And this time, when I get the gun, I won’t be afraid to use it. And that’s a promise.

James parked the car beneath the shade of a large tree with low-hanging branches and cut the engine. He released his seatbelt and then Kelsey’s as well. “Welcome to your new home,” he said with a peculiar smile that sent shivers of trepidation along Kelsey’s spine. He opened his door and climbed out, moving out of Kelsey’s line of vision as his shoes crunched on the gravel. A moment later he pulled open Kelsey’s door. He crouched beside her and reached behind the seat to release the bungee cords.

A thousand stabbing needles of pain pricked her arms and hands as she pulled them forward onto her lap. She flexed her fingers and curled her hands into fists, wanting nothing more than to smash one into James’ face.

He pulled her from the car and she saw he was holding the gun. The gravel was rough and warm beneath her bare feet and the wound on her leg had resumed its throbbing. It was hot outside and she was thirsty. She turned toward the cabin, expecting James to help her inside. Instead, to her extreme dismay, he pushed on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees on the dusty gravel.

“I want you, Kelsey. I want you so fucking bad.” His voice was hoarse with lust and she saw the huge bulge of his erection beneath his shorts. With one hand, he tugged at his fly and pulled it open, while gripping a handful of her hair with the other. He pushed his shorts down to his knees to expose his cock and balls.

James leaned against the hood of the car and dragged her closer, pulling her up by the hair. “Suck my cock, baby. Do it good. Make me come like I made you come. And make sure you swallow every drop.”

The head of his large cock was pressing insistently against her lips, his fingers twisting her hair so it tugged painfully against her scalp. “Do it,” he urged, an angry tone now edging his voice. Without choice, Kelsey let her lips part, and James’ thick, heavy cock slid into her mouth. He groaned with pleasure, loosening his grip somewhat on her hair. She had a brief fantasy of biting down so hard she bit it off, but even if she’d dared, it was shoved so far down her throat she couldn’t close her mouth.

She heard the clunk of metal on metal and then felt his second hand on her head, holding her still while he fucked her face. She struggled not to gag as he slid in and out of her mouth and it was hard to breathe with the constant onslaught. The small rocks beneath her knees were digging painfully into her skin.

The gun
, she thought suddenly.
That was the sound I heard. He set it on the hood
.
Make him come and then make your move.
Infused with a sudden energy, Kelsey brought her hands to his crotch and forced herself to cup his balls. He groaned, his grip tightening in her hair. “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Yeah.”

He continued to rut into her mouth for another minute or so and then he stiffened and thrust hard, his bitter jism shooting down her throat. His grip eased in her hair and his hands fell away as he gave a deep, satisfied sigh.

A spurt of adrenaline propelled Kelsey to her feet. There it was, glinting darkly in the sun. Kelsey grabbed the gun before James even had a chance to open his eyes. Her heart was beating high in her throat. He opened his eyes slowly and stared at her. In another second he’d leap to life and try to grab the gun.

Not this time, motherfucker.

Her hands were shaking as she took a step back, but determination overrode fear. She clutched the gun and cocked the trigger. Aiming at his face, she imagined the bullet tearing through skin and bone and exiting the back of his head with a splatter of blood and brains.

She squeezed the trigger.

The gun clicked.

James smiled grimly.

Kelsey stared at him, baffled. Confusion, shock and dread collided in her head, short-circuiting her ability to process what was happening. Again she pulled the trigger, and still nothing happened. Acting off instinct, she threw the gun as hard as she could at James’ head. He lifted an arm to deflect the weapon, which fell with a thud to the gravel.

“You stupid little bitch,” he hissed as he lunged toward her, his shorts still down around his knees. In a moment he was on her, his hands closing hard over her wrists as he jerked her forward. “You are a very, very bad girl, Kelsey Anne.” His tone was menacing, his eyes sparking with anger.

He kept one hand firmly on her wrist, using the other to reach into the car. He pulled out the bungee cords and grabbed her other wrist, jerking her arms roughly behind her back. He bound them tightly with the cords, while Kelsey struggled ineffectually against him.

“It wasn’t loaded,” she heard herself say in a faint voice.

“Of course it wasn’t loaded, you nitwit. You’ve already made your murderous intent clear. Leaving the gun where you could reach it was a test—a test you failed. I guess you’ll just have to pay the consequences.”

He had something in his hand. As he held it before her, she saw it was a pocket knife. He flicked it open, revealing the sharp silver blade. Kelsey felt as if all the breath had been sucked from her body.

But instead of slitting her throat, James hoisted her face-down over the hood of the car. “When I was kid,” he said, his voice breathless with exertion, “if we misbehaved, our dad would punish us the old-fashioned way, with a birch switch. He used to make us go out and pick our own switch before supper. You would sit through the meal trying to choke down your food, scared out of your skin about what was coming.”

Kelsey’s cheek rested on the hot metal of the hood. She was too paralyzed with fear to move as James reached up and cut a long, thin branch from the tree. She could hear him stripping off the leaves and twigs.

“You’re lucky,” he said from behind her. She felt him step back and wondered if she could manage to get away somehow. “You don’t have to wait through a meal of overcooked chicken and boiled peas. I’m going to whip your behind right here and now, you bad, bad girl.”